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Counting Crows - Round Here (Official Music Video)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Chant
Steve Bowman
Steve Bowman
Batterie
Bill Dillon
Bill Dillon
Guitare
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Orgue Hammond
David Bryson
David Bryson
Guitare
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Paroles/Composition
Dan Jewett
Dan Jewett
Paroles/Composition
David Bryson
David Bryson
Paroles/Composition
Dave Janusko
Dave Janusko
Paroles/Composition
Steve Bowman
Steve Bowman
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Paroles/Composition
Chris Roldan
Chris Roldan
Paroles/Composition
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Production
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Ingénierie de mixage
Gary Gersh
Gary Gersh
Production déléguée
Pat McCarthy
Pat McCarthy
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right Well, I walk in the air between the rain Through myself and back again Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying Through the door, I hear her crying Why? I don't know 'Round here,we always stand up straight 'Round here, something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis And she walks along the edge Of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house And takes her clothes off Says she's close to understanding Jesus And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous 'Round here, we're carving out our names 'Round here, we all look the same 'Round here, we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs 'Round here, she's slipping through my hands Woah oh oh Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mama's little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says it's only in my head She says, shh, I know it's only in my head But the girl on the car in the parking lot Says, Man, you should try to take a shot Can't you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building Says she's thinking of jumping She says she's tired of life She must be tired of something 'Round here, she's always on my mind 'Round here, hey man, got lots of time 'Round here, we're never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait 'Round here, we stay up very, very, very, very late I, I can't see nothin', nothin' 'round here You catch me if I'm fallin', you catch me if I'm fallin' Will you catch me? 'Cause I'm fallin' down on you I said I'm under the gun, 'round here I'm innocent, I'm under the gun, 'round here And I can't see nothin', nothin' 'round here
Writer(s): Adam Frederic Duritz, David Lynn Bryson, Matthew Mark Malley, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Steve Bowman, David A. Janusko, Christopher C. Roldan, Dan Ryan Jewett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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